*Third Year*
Hermione was sitting at a table with Harry and Ron. They both stared at each-others' palms, trying to figure out what each crease meant. Harry and Ron laughed about this, thinking it was obviously just a joke. Hermione thought the same, but today felt a little different. She didn't know what was different, just that it seemed something would happen today.
Professor Trelawney rushed over to the trio just in time to read all their palms, and to also test their palm-reading skills. "Hello hello, yes what do you see in Ron's palms Harry?" she asked in a rushed voice.
In all honesty, Harry shrugged and traced some of the creases, which made Ron shiver and giggle. "I don't know."
Professor Trelawney shook her head lightly. "Okay, watch closely, I'll do an example on Hermione here." She grabbed Hermione's left hand and looked at it very firmly. "You have a deep, long head line. That means you have a huge passion for knowledge." she traced the head line. Hermione nodded, Professor Trelawney now tracing her life line. "You're life is going to be stressful at first, but then it'll get better." she stated. Hermione wasn't so worried about that, although the stress was true, sense her schedule was so crammed. The Professor than traced Hermione's love line. "Ooo, you'll find love soon my dear. She's in thi-"
"She?!" Ron stammered, cutting of Professor Trelawney.
The woman nodded firmly. "Yes, and she's in thi-"
"Sorry Professor, but that can't be correct. I don't like women. Not in that way at least." Hermione tried to defend herself in front of her laughing classmates. Some of the girls scooted away from her, while some just stared in disgust. Hermione looked over at Harry and Ron, to find them staring at her. Harry looked neutral, smiling at her, while Ron was shocked, staring down at the table.
Professor Trelawney blinked at Hermione. "And she's in this room right now." she smiled. She then got up and walked over to the next table.
Hermione looked over at the two boys. Harry held out a hand. "Hey, it's fine Hermione. You have nothing to be ashamed of." she smiled.
Ron continued to stare at the table in shock before looking over at the curly haired girl. "I-I'm just surprised is all. I don't hate you now or anything." he explained calmly.
Hermione chuckled and shook her head. "Guy's, I don't like women, so Professor has it all mixed up." she interrupted.
"Yeah, but maybe you'll find out later on in the years, but not now." Ron said, playing with the table cloth.
"Ron's right. Maybe you're not a lesbian, but bisexual?" he added on.
"No, no no no you guys are wrong. She's got it all wrong, you've got it all wrong, everybody's got it all wrong! I - dont - like - WOMEN!" she accidentally shouted. The whole class went to stare at her, everyone falling quiet. Hermione got up, picking up her books. "I apologize, but I'm gonna leave now. So. . . .bye. . . ." she quickly went down the hatch and the ladder. She rushed over to the Gryphondor dorm, running up the stairs to the girls dormitory. She immediately fell onto her bed, her face buried in her pillow. "She's wrong. . . .I don't love Luna Lovegood."